Chances.

Frightened we fell and started fights
Yarned to escape the city lightssearching
Lived with one desire to hide
But our dreams couldn’t catch a ride

We rode onwards, just pretending
That this life was never-ending
It’s no surprise but caught in shock
The moments lived cannot be given back

One chance awaits just to be taken
Another moment lost; mistaken
It’s gone, can’t touch it anymore
Yet we curse courage for walking out the door

We mourn and listen; broken smiles
As courage stands behind the isles.
But if that chance maybe regained
We promise not to cause the pain

We never let it be forgotten
Take it next time before it’s rotten.
But what if this is the only time?
Too late to speak another line,
To touch a heart with the words we never said
And tomorrow may not come,
like the chance that never did.

July 22, 2012
5:57 pm

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Author: © Алёна Комарова (Alëna S.)

Stories grow old and maybe they're true. You have a story as well as I do. Some may be simple and some may change lives. So why don't you look and see what you'll find. These are the stories inside my mind. Which may be realities of beauty and time. Some maybe stories of other lives. Mysteries painted, not all disguised. Please rate and enjoy my own little blog. Keep your dreams alive and don't forget to look. Honesty's good but don't be too hard of a critic. Say what you'd like 'cause I sure would love to hear it! E S T A B L I S H E D • 2 0 0 9

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